Yesterday was Regret's book birthday *dances* and I can finally share a bit of it with you on the tease.

I know.

I know.

I've switched gears nearly every week... BUT I'm just too excited about this release!

IF you want to read more of the story from the teas last week you can find the full first chapter on SYTYCW

So without further ado...

BLURB:

Eighteen-year-old Penelope Green doesn't have any reason to believe her senior year will be anything but ordinary.

Boy was she wrong...

There's a new family in her small Martha's Vineyard community and they're about to flip her world upside down; none more so that the brooding, wide-shouldered Kane Whitmore.

Connected in ways she never dreamed possible, Penelope must trust Kane and her growing feelings for him as his family to guides her through her missing past and a world she never knew existed—a world she'd suddenly become the center of.

Learning she's a Guardian with the ability to heal she can handle. It's the dreams—both frightening and heart-wrenching—that nearly brings her to her knees. But when madman's vengeful plot puts her loved ones at risk, Penelope is willing to sacrifice anything to keep them safe...even her own life.

THE TEASE:

“What’s with him?” Kane asked quietly from where he sat next to me, pretending we were watching TV.

“I think he’s broken,” I whispered back, looking over at Dad who still had that lost sort of look on his face.

“What?”

“Well, after lunch we went for a walk to try and see if I could wrangle a little critter into assisting my healing studies.”

“And?”

“And we found a gull down by the water with a broken wing. Dad sort of watched me magically put it back together again.” The words tumbled out of my mouth like a confession.

“I see,” Kane said with a sage nod.

“You see? I broke my own father and the only thing you can say is ‘I see’?”

Kane watched with amusement as realization slowly made its way across my face. How

could I have forgotten? I closed my eyes and pushed out my energy. Instantly, I picked up my dad’s confusion. But there was something else there too, like he was trying to solve a very complicated math problem.

“You dad has a very scientific mind. Comes in handy, I’m sure, for his line of work, but when explaining something he doesn’t understand and sees as supernatural it’s a hindrance. Give him time to work it out, compartmentalize it, and I’m sure he’ll come back swinging.”

“I know you’re talking about me,” Dad said without looking in our direction. “I may be old, but these ears still work just fine.”

“See, coming out swinging,” Kane whispered in my ear.

“Dad, you’re only in your forties. If your hearing was going out so soon I would have far more concerns than that of your already questionable mental health.” I laughed as he shot a pillow at my face without turning his eyes away from the scene outside the window.

“Watch it,” he said, laughter in his voice. “Or I’ll have to team up with Kane there to get you back.”

I turned to Kane in mock horror. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“I don’t know about that,” he answered with a wink. “It would be best to stay on his good side.”

I answered that with the pillow my dad had tossed. To his face.

“I like the way that boy thinks,” Dad said, standing to stretch the muscles in his back. “I’m going to see if your aunt and uncle want me to pick the girls up from school. Doesn’t seem right that they should have to make the trip again.”

“I’m sure they won’t mind.”

“I insist.” Dad finally turned in our direction. “Besides, it gets me away from you lovebirds. When I said that it was okay for you to date my daughter, I didn’t think that you would be doing so much of it in my presence.”

Kane threw his head back and laughed as my face turned crimson. One look at me, and Dad started laughing too.

“I told you I would get him in on it,” he said between chuckles. “But I didn’t think that it would be so easy.”

At my glare, Dad wisely went to the den to seek out Julius and Amelie.

“Sorry,” Kane said when I turned the look on him. “I didn’t know what he was up to at first but then, once I did, I couldn’t miss out on seeing you blush.”

I narrowed my eyes and his expression softened. He cupped my check, leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose. “Come on, you can’t be mad.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I happen to think that your blushes are adorable.”

“You do realize how cheesy you sound right now, right?”

“Oh.”

“I didn’t say stop,” I said with a saucy smirk. “Go on telling me how adorable I am.”

Kane growled at me and silenced my laughter with a sweet kiss that turned into a little more than a sweet kiss so quickly it took both of us by surprise. It went on for a while before Kane summoned his superhuman willpower and began pulling back by degrees. After a moment, he ended the kiss entirely by resting his forehead against mine. My eyes were still closed and I was still half lost in his kiss when he spoke.

“Must I always be the responsible one?”

“Huh?”

“Your father will be walking through this room any minute now and you were just about

ready to let me ravish you on the couch.”

I giggled. A kiss like that would addle any girl’s brain. “Who says ravish anymore?”

“Penelope.”

“Kane.”

He sighed and his mint-scented breath across my lips made me want to kiss him some more.

“I suppose you’re right.” I couldn’t help the pout that formed on my lips. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

“Get over here,” Kane said with a sigh, then tucked me under his arm while he searched for

something on the television. “And don’t pout. It’ll only get us into trouble.”

Not knowing what he meant I looked up at him. The heated look he shot me was answer enough and I quickly wiped the pout off my face. It really wouldn’t be a good idea for Dad to walk in on us fulfilling those promises that were in Kane’s eyes. He’d lock me away in my room until I was thirty.

Hi guys! It's Wednesday again which means it's time for another teaser. This week we're moving from YA to something a little more adult. I've been working on this vampire story a friend and I have affectionately named Count VonPantymelter. He's a steamy one for sure! Set up: Alyssa, our heroine, has just been fired from her job and is leaving the building when she comes across two huge figures fighting in the darkness of a parking structure. This Week's Teaser:“D-don't come any closer,” she squeaked out instantly angry with herself for sounding so weak. “I swear. Take one step and I'll shoot.”The figure merely tilted his head like a confused dog at her threat and took a lumbering step toward the edge of the shadow. More importantly a lumbering step toward her. “I warned you,” she whispered before closing her eyes, taking a deep breath and pulling the trigger. When the shot wasn't followed by a roar of pain she cracked an eye open expecting to come face to face with seven feet of pissed off mugger. The empty space where the giant had been standing just seconds before was a surprise. How could a man that big move so fast as to avoid a bullet? She hadn't even heard him run. A painful groan pulled her focus to the floor. Her fingers lost their grip in her gun as she ran to the man laying in the shadows. Completely forgetting the danger, she ran to the edge of the shadow hesitating to step into it. “Hello? Are you okay?” she asked the crumpled form. Stupid question. The man had just been stabbed in the chest of course he's not okay. So sue her if her synapses took a minute to reboot and catch up after facing down death by steroid-raging mugger. The man made a pitiful noise and she took a breath stepping into the darkness. It took a second for her eyes to adjust. It shouldn't have been that dark in the middle of the city even if the sun had set an hour ago. When she could finally see her hand in front of her face, Alyssa focused on the form—the very large, very muscled form—a few feet away. Large booted feet led to long, jean clad legs. She gulped when the man moaned and rolled onto his back giving her a good idea of how big he would be on his feet. His muscular legs ended at a trim, but wide waist that tapered out into shoulders so wide she wondered how the dark fabric of his shirt contained all that muscle. Focusing on ripple of muscle as he shifted she noticed a darker patch on the front of his shirt growing steadily larger. Shit. He'd been stabbed and you're just standing there wondering how all those muscles would feel under your hands. Alyssa gave herself a mental shake and moved to his side. Kneeling, she felt herself slip in something slick and warm. Knowing it was his blood she tried not to heave as she placed a hand on the cool skin of his cheek.

As you have probably caught on by now, the Entranced Summer Blog Hop is full of great summer reads just waiting for you to enjoy along with the sun, surf, and those drinks with the cute little umbrellas. Unlike a lot of my fellow Entranced authors, my own book, Royal Pain, won't be released until early 2014 (just in time to warm those cold winter nights) so there are no beach blanket swoons for my hero this year, but I couldn't resist joining in the summer fun!

Which leads me in the obvious direction of heroes. Because really, what summer story isn't complete without the temptation of a man who makes a girl's heart flutter. The selection of leading men from the lovely Entranced authors is truly mouthwatering. But what makes a successful summer hero? I've listed some of what makes a good summer (or fall/winter/spring) hero to me (in no particular order and certainly not limited to):

- He must be adventurous. Whether that means he's talking the heroine into skinny dipping by moonlight, or riding bulls in the rodeo, a great summer hero is willing to take a risk and is all the hotter because of it.

- He has to know what he wants. And go after it. A great summer hero doesn't let the heat or the obstical of his love interest's lack of interest stand in his way of getting what they both want.

- He is delightfully flawed. No good hero is without his share of scars and wounds only the heroine can heal. He could have secrets, out to just have a good time, think he's emotionally inaccessible. A part of a great summer read is watching a woman thoroughly entrance a man who vowed to be unreachable.

- He has to know how to work with what he's got. A great summer hero brings the heat, leaving you feeling the sizzle long after you put the book down. It doesn't have to be explicit (although there's nothing wrong with that) but a good summer hero (summe couple really) leaves you feeling the chemistry, even if a you ever see are a few steamy kisses.

I could go on and on with this topic, but then you would never make it to your next stop or the rafflecopter below! In the end a great summer hero is whatever draws you in and holds you until last page and the end of your fruity drink. What I really want to know is what is the ideal summer hero to you? Is he smart? Sexy? Stubborn? Does he have all the right things to say? Or is he a little lost?

You've also probably noticed that each of us have highlighted a word. Keep track of them! We've included a special sentence hidden in the blogs this week that, when all 14 words are collected, will give you a bonus entry in the rafflecopter contest! Don't worry if you've missed a few, you have until July 31 to find them all!